She finally awakened.  She was in a great deal of pain.  She felt like she was floating on air. The horror of it all came back to her in an instant.  She began to kick her feet aimlessly, feeling nothing, touching nothing.

She tried to open her eyes but they were matted with dried blood. "Someone help me!" she shouted.  "Someone please help me!" She began to kick again and slowly came to the realization that she was hoisted in the air. "Oh no!" Oh no!" OH NOOOOO!!! she yelled.  Her hands were bound and chained to what felt like some sort of metal pole going across her back diagonally.   Her head was secured firmly to it as well.  There was just enough room for her to slightly move her head down and side to side.  She felt like Jesus on the cross facing crucifixion. 

 She heard some type of scraping sound that sounded like metal upon metal.   She strained her eyes with all the strength she could muster and her eyelids finally gave way.  All the horror movies she had seen in her past welcomed her to her present.  She felt like she was in hell.  She let out a high pitched, terrified moan.

Her captor had his back to her.  When she moaned he turned slowly to look at her.  His face was covered in her blood.  He grinned at her and turned back around, continuing to sharpen his instrument.  It looked like a machete.   

She looked and noticed with horror-filled eyes; knives, picks, axes, and various other items laying on a table to the right of Gunther.  Most of them had dried blood on them and she wondered were the blood had come from. 

She barely could see to her left, but what she saw caused her to almost stop breathing.  It also answered the question she was just asking herself.  That corner of the room was littered with bones.  There must have been 10 skulls there.  "What are you planning to do with me?"  she asked in a trembling voice.  Gunther only looked at her and continued to sharpen his instrument.  "Please, I'm in a great deal of pain."  "I need a doctor."  "My leg hurts terribly."  Please, oh GOD-

Was the sound young Gunther heard coming from his mother when she returned from the store and entered his room.  He was laying on the bed and blood was trickling from his anus.  He was barely conscious.  "Please oh GOD Please oh GOD-what have you done to him you bastard!!"  

His father was sitting in his recliner in the living room.    He jumped up and tried to argue his defense. "I came to his room and I caught him trying to stick something in his ****."  "I told him my son was not gonna grow up to be no faggot and beat him to within an inch of his life."  "Are you trying to accuse me of something Lynn, huh? "Are you?"

"You know what you done, you bastard. "  When she said that he flew into a rage, punching her in the face, knocking her to the floor.  "You bitch!"  You accuse me of this you bitch!  "I'll show you!"  he screams at her as he drags her across the floor towards their bedroom.  As young Gunther watches semiconsciously his mother kicks and screams to no avail.  He hears her behind the closed bedroom door, begging/yelling for his father to stop beating her.  Gunther fades back into unconsciousness...

....Consciousness as he hears her continue to scream.  "Let me go.  I promise I won't tell.  "I promise please oh GOD.  Gunther turns around to face her again.  The machete is sharpened.  And ready. 

"There is no GOD"  he tells her, and begins to slowly walk towards her, machete in hand.......